Forgotten

By Lennesha Prescilla. M

and one day you'll die like a memory. You'll become untaught history. People will forget taking your name They'll forget glowing candles, garlanding your frame. Know that you are not to be remembered. You're living to be forgotten, you're blundered.

Like a rose in between two pages called life and death, your existence will wilt with time, don't regret. There's not much difference in those pages except when the words press, each line stages. The force is equal. Death is life's sequel. Until to another world you wake, always with empty hands you take.

By Lennesha Prescilla. M